The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Ernst Palace.

It was already midnight, but the palace was still brightly lit.

The war in the neighboring country was so brutal that the ministers on the other side, who were in a precarious situation, were so worried that they couldn't sleep.

CEO Sita sent away batch after batch of anxious ministers who came to the king to confide in him in the middle of the night. His expression finally changed from serious and solemn to visibly irritable amidst sighs of "What should I do?"

After seeing off the last minister, he used a little more strength, which was rare for him, to slam the door of the main hall shut.

"boom!"

"Are you angry?" The young king, still sitting casually on the throne, flipped through the documents in his hand and said jokingly.

"These old guys don't seem so useless to be able to make you angry."

"Your Majesty!" Sita suddenly looked up.

"I can hear you, but you don't have to be so loud." Estes pretended to cover his ears.

Although the country is in a critical moment, His Majesty the King of Ernst still looks lazy and there is no sense of urgency of life and death in his body.

Under normal circumstances, documents criticizing the king for his lack of etiquette would likely have covered his desk like snowflakes. But the ministers were no longer interested in such trivial matters. The more lazily Estes acted, the more at ease they felt.

If the number one idiot in Ernst who just wants to eat and wait for death is so calm, what do they have to worry about?

This was probably why the ministers kept coming to the king to talk tonight. They needed this meeting to calm themselves down.

"It's getting late, Sita, you can go back first."

Estes turned a page and lingered on a line of text for a long time. A faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips, but it quickly fell back before anyone could notice.

It was already past the end of the working day, but Xita remained motionless, saying stubbornly, "I'll wait for you."

"..." Estes looked up at him, a headache coming on. Sometimes being too loyal wasn't a good thing.

"Sita," he rubbed his forehead and said with a little emphasis, "You have to know that I am thirty years old this year, not three."

They are no longer at the age where they need to be accompanied by their parents or babysitters all the time.

Sita pursed her lips unwillingly.

One of his jobs was to take good care of the king, but Sita felt that he was not doing that right now.

"If he wants to stay, let him stay." An old echo suddenly came from the empty hall.

The voice was cold, silent, and sharp, like a blade freshly drawn from icy water. Even when speaking to the king, his tone remained calm.

Estes' eyes suddenly lit up, and he straightened up his slouched posture. "Your Excellency the God of Death, you're back? What did you gain from this trip?"

In the empty hall, the figure of an old man in a gray robe gradually appeared under the light like a ghost in the dark night.

Xing Yue took off his hood, revealing a masked face. Without saying a word, he casually threw a piece of blood-soaked paper on Estes' knees.

The list was densely packed with two major ranking words, and now each one was marked with bright red crosses.

Estes glanced quickly from top to bottom, and the smile on his face suddenly deepened.

"I have hunted down these important generals as you requested, but I still cannot stop Yueying's army from invading Black Rock." Xing Yue said.

"No, that's enough." Estes' eyes were as dark as the night, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly as he spoke with great anticipation, "Normal methods have been blocked. If they still want to achieve their desired goal, they must resort to some special means."

According to some intelligence he had gathered earlier, these special methods might not necessarily be legitimate. For example, blood sacrifice.

"What do you want to do?" Xing Yue looked at him.

Estes slowly stood up and did not answer the question immediately. Instead, he asked, "Do you know the Tribunal of Eight?"

The Eight-Nation Trial is a public trial conducted by the eight most powerful nations on the continent against any nation that violates an agreement. The person on trial can be one of the eight nations or a weaker nation.

Of course Xing Yue knew. He had even represented the Moon Shadow Principality several times before, when he was the king's most trusted subordinate.

"You want to file for trial," Xing Yue said.

Regardless of whether the outcome was successful or not, as long as there was solid evidence to support the trial, the Moon Shadow Principality would be unable to take action for a long time. And time, for the young Ernst, was exactly what he needed most.

Xing Yue could understand his idea, but said, "The Eight-Nation Tribunal must be supported by a major power before it can be held. Which country are you going to convince to help you?"

The essence of the Eight-Nation Tribunal is a further extension of the power of the major powers to dominate the continent. Small countries cannot initiate accusations against a certain country without authorization and must obtain the help of one of the major powers.

"Well..." Estes pinched the page between his fingers and shook it, a smile on his lips. "We already got it."

Xing Yue followed the movement and saw a very conspicuous three-legged golden crow mark printed on the document. It was well-known on this continent: "Dawn Empire."

"They are the continent's number one power," Estes continued. "No country can easily ignore a proposal initiated by them, right?"

"..."

"Why would they suddenly want to help you?" Xing Yue asked.

"Who knows? Perhaps the king of the Central Powers also had a sudden whim to help the weak." Estes laughed as he said this. He stood up from the throne and handed the document to Xing Yue. "However, I think there are some things on it that you might want to see."

Xing Yue lowered his head.

The document was unexpectedly brief, and more like a letter from the King of the Dawn Empire to Estes than a formal document.

After putting aside all the words about etiquette and politics, Xing Yue saw a very short sentence at a glance: "Thank you Ernst for providing us with high-quality students this year."

His grip on the document suddenly tightened.

"Miaomiao..."

Estes whispered, "It seems our little duke is working hard out there. You haven't seen him for almost six months. Do you miss him?"

Xing Yue closed his eyes, and his sharp figure seemed to have aged a lot for no reason.

At this moment, he did not look like the invincible god of death, but rather looked no different from any ordinary old man in the world.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression became cold and indifferent again. "The Moon Shadow Principality will not leave any evidence for you. As long as everyone who sees them is killed, the secret will remain a secret forever."

Estes knew this, of course, but: "I can only gamble, bet that someone in Black Rock will survive." Even if it is only a one in ten thousand possibility.

While the two were talking, there was suddenly a noisy sound of footsteps outside the hall.

Xita consciously pushed the door open and went out to check what was going on. Less than five minutes later, he hurried back in. He raised his head with a look of surprise and shouted, "Your Majesty, there is a soldier claiming to be from Black Rock requesting an audience outside the palace!"

Xing Yue and Estes both turned around suddenly.

Such a coincidence?

Estes stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

"Quick! Let him in!"

"Yes." Sita lowered her head and accepted the order and went out.

Estes felt his chest pounding as he looked at the ajar temple door and the night outside.

What is this seething emotion? Is it the excitement of finding light in the darkness, or the joy of grasping a glimmer of hope?

He suddenly threw his head back and laughed three times, then turned to the silent Xing Yue and said, "Sir Death, do you believe in destiny?"

His eyes were like torches, emitting a brilliant firelight in the darkness. "I am now absolutely certain that the God of Law is watching over Ernst, and over us! Ernst is not a place forsaken by the gods!"